Soggy and stained.
Crispy and empty inside.
I can't eat this
Cold, wet breaded wheat on meat with
Greasy stone, crunchy, no potatoes in between.
I would have to clear the slate and
Make myself a brand new food plate before I.
Ahhh the stomach is at it again.
Hunger pains are at it again.
It's too late to wait and create another plate,
Even if I was on the verge of losing a little bit of weight
'Cause my belly ate faster than I can say
Let's eat anyways.
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